Either his father or mother was responsible for "the first song taught me as a two-year-old" ("Dark Brown, Chocolate to the Bone"), as well as for his command of a wildly popular, risqué dance to go with it, the Eagle Rock. He also recalled his father reading incessantly but making time, too, for his young son ("my father had two passions, children and books"). He recalled his father allowing him one evening to splash in the bathtub while his mother went off with a friend to a concert. "I rember toys, toys, and still more toys," he wrote. Blessed with a sharp memory, he recalled a doting father. At thirteen months, he startled his father by seeming to crave steak and onions.
A photograph of him at four months in a washtub shows him, as he later put it, as a "fat little blob of blubber." According to family lore, at six months he took his first steps.
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